"enforces" poems
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The worthlessness of Earthly things
The Ditty is that Nature Sings—
And then—enforces their delight
Till Synods are inordinate—
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This is the mountain I'm climbing
Due to circumstantial timing
The triumphant peaks change over time
Just one of this mountain's many crimes
The rocks on this mountain are flawed
But the mountain is flawless
Nature enforces restrictive laws
So my life becomes lawless
Through this insanity
I can't find my humanity
It's gagged and bound
In the lost and found
On this lonely hill
Where I get my fill
It's an uphill battle
Getting above this mountain
My conscience rattles
My eyes pour like a fountain
When I see everything suddenly
Like halos hovering
Over my past
Lying dead in the grass
Sometimes I must traverse a log to go over a bog
Then I must do the inverse to go under the smog
There are countless endeavors
Through varying weather
That leave me very confused
And frantically panicked
This mountain provides a view
Of the entire planet
This mountain made of dust
I scale because I must
Stillness develops rust
When cliffs await us
I see dead pioneers on the ground
I see weary travelers all around
I see fellow climbers as brothers
Unless I see them as a lover
Then I want to go cave exploring
Before my grave ends the story
Things should get weird
If banality is to be feared
In order to make a mark
Even if it's in the dark
To be perfectly candid
This mountain is my canvas
I carve my face in it as I go up
But my face changes as I grow up
So I start swag jacking
The backpacking
Mirror macking
Confidence lacking
Mountain attacking
Climbers
So I can find a crevasse to fit into
This mountain is easy to give in to
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
"Don't stop dreaming" crooned a voice in my ear
But dreaming re-enforces fear
Slumber comes and shreds my thoughts
Subconscious wars are brought and wrought.
Inside my skull holds evidence of
Bruised purples and nightmare reds
Sleep shreds my mind between its teeth
And wretches it across; bequeath
Across the walls, across the room
Across the shadows, through the gloom
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
Some call it karma
Others see it as fate
The truth of the matter?
It's still up for debate
Our only option I'd say
We must examine all fact
Then decide for ourselves ...each ones impact
On one hand theres KARMA
some say it's a *****
Usually the opinion of the immoral ...those living selfishly rich
With FATE they believe each is destined at start
That everyones born into a roll
With no say in their part
Lets pretend for a moment that this theory is so
The impact id say... we already know
This leaves no purpose to give with no reward for sharing
It' s followers create a world that can exist without caring
Then theirs others, like myself, with a whole different view
We believe in doing unto others... as you'd have done to you
The rules by which we live enforces giving to get
And the feeling of helping is something we can never forget
Our destiny is determined by the path that we choose
A world without conscience is one destined to lose
And each time its paid foward the reward is so great...
Thats my argument at least on this long lasting debate
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
wandering
across
the splinters of
squandered
seasons
the Hajj
of the
lost ones
completes
a broken
circle
returning
with hope to
burrow back
into the safety
of desecrated
graveyards
welcomed
home to the
embrace of a
cadaverous cloak
and the kiss
of carrion
smudged lips,
Hajji's eye
the decrepit
visage of
criminal
depravity
germination
of this
Arab Spring
mocks us
aromas
of jasmine
elude us
emulsified
concrete
clogs our
nostrils
burning eyes
filled with
asbestos dust
form
grateful
blinders
to the
ruination
of reason
betrayed
arcane
remnants
of our life
lay inert
in the open
****** of
fractured
habitations
amidst
jumbled rubble
the decaying
carcasses of
razed buildings
boast grotesque
sculptures of
twisted rebar
cradling artifacts
of a past life
pink
hair curlers
splashed
with sickly
blood grown
mold
scavenged
bicycles
limp on
banished
parts
smashed
skulls of
dolls weep,
her
dismembered
limb reaches
for a lost child’s
nursing
hand
the charred
remains of a
Persian rug
maps the
scale
of a city’s
deconstruction
and a frayed
regions
disconsolation
electric luxury
flowing water
the friendly bustle
of the street
bespeak
expired memories
foretelling an
unimaginal future
sectarian strife
enforces a communal
solitary confinement
in cold blood
we willingly
murdered
compassion
we
butchered
trust
we
euthanized
our
common
humanity
constructing
buildings is
easy
rebuilding
ourselves
impossible
Music Selection:
Segovia, Capricho Arabe
Oakland
5/13/14
jbm
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
You will be the first and last,
There will never be another.
You will be my Superman,
I will continue to wait.
You will smile at her,
I really shouldn't complain.
A simple text brought the pieces back together,
Took 24 hours before the damage was done again with the pain multiplied.
"I miss you" left such incredible feeling knowing my name had been thought of,
24 hours later my name had to be erased from your thoughts.
True love doesn't keep from desires,
True love enforces them.
If it's someone you miss,
A hug is what you seek.
Never say "I miss you",
If 24 hours will turn to "I'm leaving you."
"Dont worry about it even if I have to go i'll still watch over you, you won't be alone."
Yet walk away in times of agony.
Anger isn't true to me,
I am not angry,
I never will be.
I am merely a fountain,
Tears will flow upon my wishes slowly transforming me from fountain to well.
From fountain to well,
Drowning in my own self pitty.
Never begging for sympathy but always longing your company.
Goodbyes don't sufice,
Hellos won't come by.
The daily trip to an empty mailbox will haunt my existence till death parts me from it.
Letters expected,
None collected.
Smiles anticipated,
None reflected.
Lyrics turned to memories,
Songs become a life story.
In those songs I feel you closer,
In those songs you're here with me.
I must say you are the playlist and the soundtrack to the greatest memories and worst pain to feel.
I am merely a fountain becoming a well,
My tears are for you.
I bid you farewell.
-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
walking through the big flea market
off of highway 19 north of Tampa
looking for whatever and something
curious and kitsch or campy
merchants selling in the parking lot
used blenders and old cameras
burnt out or faulty devices
DVD cases and game cartridges
old rednecks shout out opinions
in a cacophony of drawled signifiers
representing visions of despotic rulers
reigning a tyranny of taxes and decline
old glass containers and windshields shine
scattering high afternoon sunlight in the Sunday sky
sitting and resting used and content waiting
waiting for the wear and reduction of time
the market continues into indoor aisles
criss-crossing within a ramshackle structure
plywood walls supporting sheet metal roofing
an aroma of every greasy food wafting into one
people wrapped in worn fashions
whites in Ts and denim
muslim women in headscarves
a black deputy strapped down in uniform
the deputy enforces commerce laws
around the alternative marketplace
a variety of commodities are still available
bongs and e-cigs and incense and **** ****
parakeets cry out down one aisle
a stack of blue aquariums drone a bubbling hum
the stench of cedar and rat **** and hamsters
reptiles basking in the arid glow of heat lamps
all is right in America’s America
the flea market is the floorboard of that promise
an opportunity for anyone to begin
or start again and over and over
a liberal conservatism can be guarded well
with rifles or tazers at bargain rates
a conservative liberalism is applied openly
in the atmosphere of everyone for anything and everything
the dream of the flea market
a black market and a carnival
all of America’s cheap art on display
its people swirled into one
equal in their struggles and desires
reaching for resources and derivatives
buying low and selling higher
stealing and selling short
walking through the big flea market
on a hot and cloudless Sunday afternoon
looking for whatever or something
it’s a fun thing to do
originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 4/27/2014
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
I keep help close to you
Three numbers away
So that if you are in need
I will be there
I am a savior
I keep you healthy
With quality care
So if you are sick
I will be there
I am a nurse
I educate you
Through years of monotony
So if you face a problem
I will be there
I am a teacher
I protect your rights
From unnamed terrors
So if you are in danger
I will be there
I am a protector
I am a savior
Who enforces laws
Arbitrarily
I am a nurse
Who heals you with
Poison
I am a teacher
Who educates with
Propaganda
I am a protector
Who saves you from
Nobody
I am Big Brother
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
drones
wrapped up in the expansive botnet
of this black facility
prone to
repeat all of last week's protocol
in sequence
and without passion
(the big guy enforces it all)
I'm bored
eye-scanner rejects me twice
fingerprint authentication
prove who I am
beat that proof into the day
a cup of Joe at lunch
half crop-circles under these eyes
yet
you'll still hear me say
I'm bored.
the beat goes on, the beat goes on
the singsong klak-ing of
whatever whatever
a beautiful voice comes over the speakers
ironic
she's the only one talking
and it's a pamphlet talk
about where we all already work.
I'm bored.
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 1:10 PM UTC
God is kind to me
My heart is not bleeding.
My nose is but flowing
And my naywe paining.
But WHO enforces
Unbalancing tricks . . . ?
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
racing bark and froth
tok - toy - tok
beating against the clock
the insistent derange against time
only enforces the medium
Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 4:17 PM UTC
The illusion of elegance,
copied from her mother.
Childhoods left undealt with,
but she wears her traumas
around her neck in that
beautiful southern style
passed down from her mother.
Enforces her new rules,
ignoring the past that got her there
for a new sense of priority.
Her pearls are lost,
sold long ago by someone else,
and she has forgotten
what they stood for.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 10:57 AM UTC
The black folk have lost their mends,
The Asian man lost his sense.
The white woman lost her wealth,
The native fam lost they land.
The middle eastern have lost their hope,
The Porto Ricans have lost their stand.
Maiyan people made a calender,
Curious people called it pretend.
Egyptians had built the pyramids,
We called it aliens.
Donald enforces police brutality,
Why is he president.
Tupac got shot for screaming peace,
Martin luther, the same deal.
Fake messages give new heat,
Raw truth sends chill feels.
Death by death by the minute,
Where is Hollywood's most broad.
Catastrophe by country,
This comic book chaos needs to stop.
Protesters reeking havoc,
Social media distorts what's real.
Toronto politics lookin loopy,
Landlord & tenant laws openly under veil.
Scooby and shaggy uncover a hundred
Frauds, yet still fear the devils friends.
People seem to refuse to stop and drop, their pride, because it protects their remaining innocence.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
In the eyes of whom exactly? In the eyes of the state? the state has many facets, the state functions with people who have lives, of humanity, of work days, of cups of coffee, of politics, of lack of movement, of diplomacy, of sweaty, of pushing and pulling, of treaties and binding treaties and the difference between the two, of norms? of what kind of norms? and who enforces those norms? and who is hungry
Rights? In the eyes of god? Whose god? the god, a god, one god, many, more, more coming, one has already arrived? all is well, all is hell, of the spirit? of the mind? rights in the eyes of the conscious? what's for breakfast today? can't remember, rights in the eyes of ethics? work ethics? agreements? harmony? whose harmony? and who decides? with democracy?
ha, rights
Watch me perform rights on youtube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=laoAZpn84rg&feature;=youtu.be
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
A wave of thought always encircles you,
A wave of yarn link to civic concern always involves you,
A hope for change always enforces you,
A longing for endeavouring cogent living always inspire you,
Your brashness for a transformation yields this long journey,
A journey for reflexion, inquest, elucidation and communication,
Communiqué for an unfailing thinking and for an effort for human wellbeing!
Now it is the time for us to continue this journey,
A journey of unfurling thought for rationality, fairness and equality!
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
We are our own darkness and we can be our own light.
We are our own prison and we can be our own freedom.
We are our own suffering and can be our own happiness.
It's all in the mind,
A fragile line between being bound and choosing to let go!
What's holds you down is not people or rules
What's holds you down is your own fetters
When you choose to stay and not break away
Who makes the rules that makes you stay
Who binds you in discipline in the name of the law
Who enforces them and pretends not to care
Those who make these rules themselves will not obey?
So I say to you, the only rule you need to follow
Is the one engraved on your heart
That is only one rule and that you must obey
For the Son of Man sealed it and its still stands true
Love one and another as I have you.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 6:54 AM UTC
i wasn't tired until you
fell into my arms
and i wasn't tired until
i threw a thousand
weightless snowdrops
to the ground
and i didn't hurt until
the first word
and now
my home is a loud
roar of reverberations
that pass through me
(like a million spoken knives)
and i didn't understand
pain. Until your somebody
stumbled into me
and i couldn't let go
(because they were made of ash)
and i felt the weight
of so many somebodies
(suddenly)
and i began
to think
that - my existence
(the sea
the sky
and the nothing between)
manifested to
pulverize
the
planet
with
each
further
strained
breath
until
it
can
feel
each
pinprick
loss
of
life
it
enforces.
And maybe my rage
forged bellowing
stormclouds over deserts
or made rivers flow backwards
from storm surge (tear driven)
but the somebody i'm not
and the somebodies i carry
will never
be more threatening
than a fadeaway
wind that cries with the lone
wolf.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
stop and breathe again. something we forget.
everythings okay. everythings okay. e-ver-eee-thing-z o-kaay
the mantra rings like a church bell hanging from my arm.
it says, "the trial is only followed by a phat party!"
wakes up in a pool of his/her **** and *****
must've been a good night. or just dumb. probably both.
no more apologies. no more clamping onto the ship for dear life.
no more breakdowns and no more pointing fingers.
This is Om. **** it and swallow it. It tastes like now, it tastes like forever.
maybe it burns but its the milk that keeps me going.
Flowing from the eye in the middle, the joy re-enforces the truth.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 2:15 AM UTC
our sole material possessions, have become our deepest & solidified regrets: i count myself boastful, at having such a horde of possessions... works really well within a feng shui dynamic... which probably is a higher tier conceptualißation of the yin & yang... look! so much less time spent cleaning your materialistic worth, to peacock in a narcissus-mirror, that others will never seem to see: given they're also striving. failures? my most precious possessions... given that i'm the only person laughing-out-loud in the vicinity of a mile's worth of radius... yes, "solipsistic" laughter will always be deemed menacing... i swear to god... narcissus is the archetype of a vampire... for me, the story of him and echo has a different narrative chamber... he's a automaton, it's not that he fell in love with his reflection, it's that he never saw it! he was imbued with a automaton self-prefixation to do what was invested in him: to self-love... to me the whole conjuring of narcissus is very much akin to saying: narcissus is the father of the vampiric myth... to me he didn't see himself in the lake, there was no reflection, as a deity, his inner mode of "thinking" elevated him beyond the fickleness of a mortal creature, who does pander to his visage, once with mirror, now with photograph... by the way... you look thinner in a mirror than in a photograph... why? you're alone!
oh, don't think about it -
these days "they're"
weeding out intelligent people,
not the dummies -
and i don't mean "idiots":
i mean the status quo
enforces - stabilißer:
the membrane layer
of society;
the only chance of success
these days:
is the ability to teach yourself
how to become bored;
and that's going to be hard...
you don't have to teach yourself
procrastination:
that's a pleasure...
but boredom? that's a chore...
and you need to teach yourself that
"quality".
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
I will encounter all barriers
I will cross all the horizons
I don’t require any carriers
For taking fire from the sun
Love is that force which enforces
All the time it reinforces
When your lips just endorse
Then opens that path, that course
Which takes us on a love ride
Where we have invincible pride
Where love takes its tide
Then fragrance spreads far and wide
You in me and I am in you
Sue the force and ensue
Where beauty always pursues
Then time takes us through
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC
i found that modern people lie too much, because the preceding acts of investigation where treated as vanity, and indeed they are, compared to the contemporaries' acts of lying as brimful, the res plenus, the thing brimming with itself, no chance of an extinction of a self into creating something and disappearing, but rather the modern concern for pop music artists, creating nothing and constantly reappearing... not encapsulating the need for emptiness, but the drive to need an icon... a self-detachment worth a thermometer or a telescope, or a theory of relativity... they cite einstein alright, but einstein is just a headline to attract the eyes, rather than the article to attract the eyes... too few blind men exist to make the judgemental balance of the two accurate.
i'm walking with a glass of whiskey
with icecubes' jingling
like skulls on a cannibal's necklace,
and it's necessary to say:
boy's reading milan kundera's
the unbearable lightness of being
boy leaves girl reading milan's *testament
betrayed*,
girl is too devastated by familial ties,
boy meets the girl's grandmother who
she denotes as her mother, boy eats dinner
with the girl's mother who the girl denotes
as sister... girl speaks of being abducted
when younger... boy has no knowledge
of psychiatric evaluation...
enforces boy to wed her, taking contraceptive
pills but faking taking them -
it's the ideal: i'll **** you to orphan **** a society
into benefits - odd, because with prostitutes
i pulled out and ********** silently into a ******
after all, prostitutes don't want to be pregnant.
she still persisted telling the boy:
you just finished a degree of education,
you have no safe career path... let's start a family,
you say no, i'll ******* **** you...
rubber rubber rubbing the same tree-hug later
it's a laughing matter... as testified
by my constant rubber sheath use of ******
**** me without one, her words, not mine:
brown-nosing feminists of the **** & *****
already politicising the matter in favour of one night stands;
i told you idiots before... cats are cheaper...
i'd be jealous had you two phalluses
to insert into both ***** and ****
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
My little cousin asked, What is religion?
I simply said, What my mother says is religion
She puts down rules, I tend to break them
She enforces, I tend to rebel
She tries to convince, I argue
Both of us reach an agreement
I find new rules that are of my comfort
I'm now a religious boy and I am proud of it
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
They're misty eyes begin to bleed,
As they look upon one who will lead.
His hot hands complete this deed,
Enforces pain on those who concede,
Making life hell for those who succeed.
This life is now guaranteed.
So everyone now has finally agreed,
The devil has landed and is ready to exceed.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
some people like to say,
'a poem's not a poem until you make it rhyme'
in some respect I guess that's true,
but the most important thing is
getting your thoughts out on every line.
some people like to say,
'you aren't a writer if your work's not published'
but in truth that's not the case,
as long as you enjoy yourself,
you can jot until contented.
some people say
'you can't write about that'
but truthfully there are no boundaries,
just do what comes easy,
let your mind go on journeys.
so when a person tells you you're no good
or enforces you to stop,
let them know you're a jotter,
a scrawler,
a hoper,
a dreamer,
and none of their words let you drop.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
21st century has only provided us artists, indeed "artists" in terms of being able to read musical scripts, rather than write them, a bit like that fable of the two "intelligent" law enforces: one can read, the other can only write; all future art will only serve a pardon of plagiarism, and a clarinet player will be as much the artist to have produced borodin's prince igor polovtsian dances, as borodin himself, hunched in silence hallucinating each and every note.
i use to cycle mad across the platitudes,
i used to play squash two times a week,
i used to pump iron in the gym thrice
a week, i used to scale the crag in
edinburgh with rock climbing shoes,
i used to weigh 80kg at most...
and if my memory serves me right,
i never got laid, now the bubblier me
at 115kg i'm more content than when
i served such pitiable vanities of an
invisible catwalk;
i used to eat fruit compulsively,
and drink only once a week - conscious
of the calorie intake -
now i eat fruit scarcely, and drink every day,
and at 115kg i'm more content than when
i was so self-conscious to be involved in
feminine games of chase / reward / chase / reward,
that game of translating pavlov;
as it turns out there's a fulfilment in a celibacy
without a monastic decree, as the joke resounds:
dentist sooner a suicide, chemist sooner a bachelor.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC